GIT EM ...THA CYPHER.....K-D & BLASTHEME
Kdavidscott1'S VERSE....
Brilliant Blastheme the flow was straight ill -
sick wit it bro' I need a few pills -
giving competitor nothing but chills
- like 50 and Akon I know you still will.
Blast quickly and deadly like a jellyfish sting, Blastheme is here now bow down to the King,
if you want to battle step on in the ring,
and Blast will rip you into smitherings.
So gone sick 'em Blast - tear 'em apart,
don't have mercy they said they had heart,
they wanted to battle just look the part,
said they're the shit but not worth a fart.
Two bit rappers so hard and mean,
talking straight garbage while I keep it clean,
you can bring your whole posse you know what I mean,
but bring yellow tape for this murderous scene.
Blas call me if you need me I'm willin' to ride,
against all who step up to commit suicide,
we'll serve all them fools get their mouth open wide,
taste these blows while you're bleeding inside. Finish em off Blas'...
BLASTHEME'S VERSE..........
Father forgive them please for they know not whom they tempt
SILVERBACK GUERILLA WARFARE straight outta Philly smashin chimps
I'm the nucleus of this thing they call the Poetical Mind-State
I gotta hair trigger fuse ready ta detonate if ya crooked an don't rhyme-straight
I'm the sun source of RAGE when krewz wanna en-gage
I'll take competitors back mentally to where they had less than a second's age
Infantile brain-waves I'll surf your signals surface
I'll disconnect your neck-work's network when I operate so don't shake when you git nervous
When I dish out pills ta foes it's usually cyanide in type
I'm so seriously stealthy that I kin kill an hide in broad day-light
K-D said ta git em an I move swift when I does my job
Got peeps thinkin "dayum! he write so wicked, he must be part'a uh mob"
I'm BLASTHEME also known as Joey-Loco
Habla poquito espanol an mutilate mobs on tha solo
Not'cha average kat who push keys ta rip-lines
I transcend space an time usin' tha inter-net's zip-lines
When K passed me this thing I made a oath of carnage and gore
Forget small time battles Homeyz I'm built for World War
I'm like tha hulk against japan an china...I'm tryna even it out
So throw in russia, africa an indonesia..then pass mi guiness stout
An if I feel tha need for help, only because my mood is rather lazy
K-D an Mz Blaze comin thru like tha Queen's Royal Navy
So forget the yellow tape K said ta rope off tha scene
An bring a small zip loc bag in which ta pick up uh spleen
(that's all thats left....n'aaaah mean?) LMAO
Peace
BLAS
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